I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 613

[Chapter 596 1 Jian Donglai 1 Jian Xian]

Inside and outside the Eighth Palace, there is a certain mountain top that is far apart.

The quiet mountain forest was supposed to be a better hiding place for birds and beasts, but suddenly there was a moment.

“Crash-”

The forest sparrows were startled, and the birds and beasts panicked.

When the branches and leaves fell, a large flock of black birds flew away.

Immediately, a horrified cry came from the jungle.

“Eight! Honor! Know!”

Fallen leaves returned to the forest, hitting a group of white and red clothes that were supposed to be quiet like piles, as well as the gray clothes that had not yet been able to put on the white and red double clothes, causing hundreds of people in the audience to tremble.

“The Eighth Sword Immortal?!”

Everyone was not calm, and even their breathing became rapid.

This unit, located at Wuming Mountain in the east corner of Ba Gongli, is one of the four major manipulation domains of the “covering the sky”.

This group of Holy Spirit Temple’s white, red, and gray holy guards had the best training.

Even at the moment of last resort, it is impossible to be so rude, Qi Qi loses his attention to the “covering the sky”.

But when the words from the masked man in the Eighth Palace who confronted the Moonless Sword Immortal appeared on the light curtain of the atrium, no one could remain calm.

“He he he… what did he say? Eight respects?!”

“Why isn’t this the Eighth Sword Immortal?”

“Shouldn’t the Eighth Sword Immortal be dead?”

“This guy is also one of the fanatics who pretended to be the Eighth Sword Immortal?”

“Just kidding your mother!”

“what?!”

The crowd stirred.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces shocked, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

But the jokes that would have been casually revealed in the past, from the mouth of the Holy Slave Head, the amount of information is really too explosive!

Look at Senior Wuyue’s ashen face…

Isn’t this what it is proving?

“Do not!”

“Impossible, how could the Eighth Sword Immortal still be alive?”

“In the past, the eight statues knew how to break the realm of sword fairy, and Hua Changdeng’s three swords destroyed all of them. Shouldn’t they be torn apart even with their souls?”

“This, this… rebirth from ashes?”

“Could it be, he still has a second life?!”

Among the team of the Holy Spirit Temple, there are also sword cultivators, as well as the fanatics of the eighth sword immortal.

Even if he didn’t show it on weekdays, at this moment, it was like seeing a miracle.

That man, is back?

“Quiet!!”

An angry rebuke suppressed the restlessness of the audience.

Jiang Bianyan, the main hall of the branch hall of the Holy Spirit Palace in Dongtianwangcheng, smashed the wooden case into pieces and shouted: “It’s a noisy sky, what a formality!”

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Even if the person in front of him is not the strongest in the field.

But as the master of the branch hall, and the master of the branch hall of Dongtianwangcheng, the power in the hands of others is not something that everyone present can resist.

What’s more, Jiang Bianyan, as the general person in charge of the east corner of the cover of the country in the war in the Eight Palaces, holds the power of life and death.

At this critical war point, if someone does not cause panic in the military, it is possible that they will be directly dragged out and slaughtered.

“What is it called what is it called?”

“When people say ‘Eight Zun’s,’ you all believe it?”

“Look at what this person looks like… How can Ba Zungan be so shabby? You haven’t seen Ba Zun, and you should have seen a portrait of Ba Zun!”

“This one by one…”

Jiangbian Yan threw his hand in anger, as if he was too angry to speak, his right eyelid twitched wildly, and his hand was still shaking after he swung it.

“Palace Master Jiang!”

A white robe holding a sword suddenly stood up from the crowd. The whole person looked extremely excited, and the blazing color in his eyes was about to set the whole forest on fire.

“eighth……”

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Bianyan suddenly turned his head, and his fingers almost pierced his eyebrows through the void: “You motherfucker sit down for Lao Tzu!”

“Oh.”

Bai Yi sat down obediently.

But separated by a few tree stumps, another middle-aged man in red dressed as a swordsman with a spirit sword on his back stood up.

“Palace Master Jiang…”

“Why do you shut up for Lao Tzu!” Jiang Bianyan moved her finger.

“Uh.”

The latter pursed his lips reluctantly and returned to the ground.

“Palace Master Jiang!”

“Palace Master Jiang!”

“Palace Master Jiang…”

However, when the two of them got up earlier, it seemed like a chain reaction started.

Everyone in white, red, and even gray, as long as they are holding a sword, pinning a sword, or carrying a sword, who can still sit still when they hear the three words “Eight Zunji”?

These people all stood up, and the scene suddenly returned to some riots.

“Rebel, isn’t it!”

Jiangbian Yan shouted, and flew directly into the sky: “I am the throne, I can’t suppress you, right?”

He took out a token with his backhand and volleyed it into the ground.

“Keng” sounded.

The boulders on the ground were nailed to pieces, and the harsh sound made everyone’s lips and tongues closed, and all kinds of words were stuck in their throats, making it extremely uncomfortable.

“Quiet, understand?”

Jiangbian Yan’s face was a little red.

He pressed his right eyelid, which was beating wildly, as if he wanted to flatten it.

However, as soon as the hand was released, the eyelids jumped wildly involuntarily.

He gave up and threatened: “Whoever dares to say more, I won’t say much, just get me out of this Wuming Mountain.”

Jiangbian Yan flicked his sleeves and fell to the ground.

After a pause, he began to bend over to the smashed wooden case to grope for something.

“This is more exciting than we are…”

A white-robed swordsman couldn’t help but muttered in a low voice, “If it weren’t for the Eighth Sword Immortal, why would you be so excited?”

“Who is speaking!”

Jiang Bianyan pouted and turned her head, her face flushed as if a demon had descended, with a grim look on her face.

“Shh.”

Everyone bowed their heads.

The face that should be given, still has to be given, after all, it is the commander-in-chief of the east corner of the war in the eight palaces.

“found it.”

The wild goose’s feet slammed a few times by the river, and finally found a crystal ball from among the broken wooden boards.

He took a breath, blew the sawdust off it, and wiped it with his sleeve robe, then he wanted to inject spiritual energy.

But at this time, as if remembering something, he suddenly got up and turned back.

“Don’t say anything for a while, understand?”

The audience was extremely silent, and the hot eyes stared at the light curtain in the atrium and the wild geese by the river.

Jiang Bianyan sighed and his voice softened:

“Don’t panic.”

“Isn’t it just a fake Ba Zun acquaintance? This seat will contact the superior at the headquarters!”

…

In the eight palaces, far away in the four corners of the mountains.

Situations like this are almost always happening.

As long as it is a place where spiritual masters gather, there is inevitably a sword cultivator.

And as long as there is a sword cultivator, there is no shortage of the exclusive fanatics of the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal.

In the Central Region, perhaps the influence of the Eighth Sword Immortal can only be considered good.

At least there is the oppression of the Holy Spirit Temple, and the Eighth Sword Immortal has fallen for many years. The enthusiasm should have been extinguished by time.

But in the Eastern Region Sword God, it was completely different.

As a region that respects swords, the name of the eighth sword fairy is almost faith.

After wandering around the world, after returning home suddenly, the legend of the three-breath congenital, three-year sword immortal, is simply a miraculous existence.

It can be concluded that once the rumor of the resurrection of the Eighth Sword Immortal spreads, eight of the ten spiritual masters will go crazy.

And among a hundred swordsmen, only half of them will go crazy.

The remaining half will explode on the spot!

This is faith.

A belief in the pinnacle swordsman who has overwhelmed the entire era, an absolute belief without reason!

…

Zhongyu, Guizhe Holy Mountain, where the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Temple is located.

This is a towering snow-covered holy mountain. All year round, it is covered with the fragrance of osmanthus spirits. The flowers and weeds that can grow here have also been infused with the uninterrupted holy power day and night.

A grass anywhere, the minimum is five rank.

Guizhe Holy Mountain has two legends.

On the west side of Luoshen Peak, there is a stele on the tree. There are no words on the stele. The stele is full of broken swords.

That is the remains of the Holy Way, the power of loneliness.

Luoshen Peak is a forbidden area of Guizhe Holy Mountain.

All spiritual masters in the world know that this is where the previous generation of the Holy Spirit Temple Lord fell.

In the past, the head of the Seven Sword Immortals, Mr. Yu Tu, killed himself in the Holy Spirit Hall, and the main hall of the Seven Swords Xiaoshou Holy Temple Hall directly ended the previous era, and then he was hidden in the world and passed on as a good story.

Dao Qiongcang was ordered in danger and took over the team, and only then did he return to consolidate the power of the Holy Spirit Temple.

And the reason why Yu Tu killed Guizhe Holy Mountain is because of another legend of this holy mountain.

…

East side.

Screen candle.

Another forbidden place in Guizhe Holy Mountain.

A towering broken willow tree stands alone in the forbidden area.

This place should be full of greenery and willows.

But since the legend of “one sword comes from the east, one sword immortal”, even the head of the nine ancestral trees, the “God’s Worship Willow”, which is listed in front of the tree in the sky, has been broken.

Broken so abruptly.

Even after decades have passed, it is still difficult to spit out even a new green.

Under the broken willow, on the gravel ground, there is an ancient table.

The ancient table was small, dilapidated, and covered with dust, as if no one had visited it for decades.

But on the table, there is a candle that will never go out for ten thousand years.

The dim light directly turned the infinite light around it into a dim space.

Others light the lamp for illumination.

But this long-bright old lamp is for dimming.

On the dark and gloomy tabletop, in addition to the ancient lamp, there is also a sword.

This sword is spotless.

The body of the sword was blue in color, with pits and pits, as if it had been chopped, tempered, and ironed for countless times.

The sword’s body is transparent, and it can suck and pull people’s souls in at a glance.

The eighth on the list of famous swords, the name of the sword is Hunting Ghost, and one of the Seven Sword Immortals – Hua Changdeng’s sword!

In this empty but sparse screen and candle field, next to the broken willow, and far from the ancient table, there was a middle-aged man with gray hair.

People are middle-aged.

But the vicissitudes of life, outsiders can only think that it is an old man in the twilight.

“Huachang Lantern?”

Outside the screen candle, there was a wave of wind and waves.

The sound wave aura swept the ground, but it stopped silently after approaching the middle-aged man who closed his eyes and leaned against the willow, who seemed to be asleep.

screen screen…

No strangers, no wind, no old candles.

The eyelids of the dozing man called Hua Changdeng trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

In this drowsy place, it seems that the sword is out of the dust.

The remnant candle on the ancient table swayed automatically without wind, and in the sound of chi chi, a new drop of candle wax came out, which barely supported the candle shadow and did not let it disappear.

“Is Guizhe Holy Mountain going to be broken again, this time, who will come to find me?”

Hua Changdeng leaned his back against Duan Liu, his eyes filled with astonishing sword intent.

With his hands on the ground, he pushed his feet forward, leaning on the broken willow behind his back to support his body, barely sitting upright.

“Tack, tick, tick.”

The footsteps were getting closer.

A man in a white robe came out of the corner, with his hand on Sinan, and the hexagrams on the seal were heavy, and the qi of the heavens followed him.

Every step you take is as if you are measuring this side of the world.

With every step he took, on Sinan, the spiritual spoon shook lightly, leaving a light and thin Dao mark on the hexagram plate.

Engraved, recorded.

Every step, he is growing.

The old candle flickered, reflecting the outline of the person’s face.

This is an extremely decent-looking man. The heaven looks like Cheng Taiyu, full and square, with eyebrows and eyes like stars, deep and subtle.

The nose is high and straight, with distinct edges and corners.

While looking forward to it, if the sage lowered his eyes, he was full of pity for the world.

“Dao Qiong?”

Leaning on the broken willow like a twilight-like Huachang lantern, his voice finally became more surprised, “What are you doing?”

“despair.”

Dao Qiong came to a distance of hundreds of meters from the person in front of him, and stopped precisely.

He first glanced at the famous sword hunter, then measured the remaining length of the candle, and smiled: “Can’t stand up yet?”

“Why do you want to stand up?” Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again, even looking at the person in front of him, he felt it was a waste of time.

“How can a half-sacred body be more sad than an old tree?” Dao Qiongcang shook his head.

“The sword can cut the Dao! The Dao Sage is to the Juggernaut, only for the sake of leaving a message, and there is no respect to greet each other.” Hua Changdeng’s voice was low, as if he was about to fall asleep.

“Kudao, overlooks the sky and the earth; but the sword can’t break the sky.”

“Hey, stupid.”

“Although the sky is broken, there is a sky outside the sky.”

“Oh, ignorance.”

“Gou Yujian, who is only an old lamp and long companion, is a broken willow and cuddles with each other. Although he wants to stand but he can’t wait, even though he wants to wake up but his anger is exhausted, is it bitter?” Dao Qiongcang smiled: “It is bitter! It is bitter…”

Hua Chang Deng seemed to be asleep.

The breath became even, and the snoring was about to come out.

“Gou Daoist!”

Dao Qiongcang suddenly burst into a drink, and even the candlelight trembled for three minutes, almost not being shocked.

Hua Changdeng shivered and opened his eyes suddenly.

“Are you sick?!”

Only then did Dao Qiongcang stroke his beard with a smile, and UU reading www.sonicmtl.com held his superior Sinan with one hand, and said in a harmonious voice: “Gou Daoist, the upper hand is the three thousand rules of destiny, and the lower is the voice of peace in all worlds, and he lives alone. The incense and the salute, the python bird, and the golden dragon, how lucky are you?”

He nodded ecstatically.

“Fortunately, fortunately…”

“Sick! What are you doing here with me? Just to scare me by saying something like that?” Hua Changdeng turned over and moved to the other side of the tree.

“Don’t you think it’s very beautiful? I’ve recently become obsessed with poetry and words. These words have a profound mystery and are very suitable for me.”

Dao Qiongcang drew his footsteps and suddenly stopped in mid-air: “Me, come in to chat?”

“Don’t go in.”

Hua Changdeng waved his hands in disgust, “Who did you learn from? It’s your Taoist ancestor? If you really think life is boring, just knock your broken Sinan on the head, and Taoist can teach you the Tao for a lifetime. ”

“No no no…”

Dao Qiongcang waved his hands, stopped a hundred feet away, and did not step in after all.

Hua Changdeng said that he could not enter, so he did not enter.

“These words were not taught to me by Taoist ancestors.”

“Heh, what kind of bullshit is it that can flatter you on the head, and even the smell of your body has changed?”

“You know……”

Dao Qiongcang stared at him with a smile, his voice paused, and then he said loudly: “One sword comes from the east, one sword immortal, drunk from the yellow spring and walks through the sky, not a worldly guest of the world, how can Gui Zhe be sincere?”

ho!

The candle flame suddenly went out.

The wind was startled.

Hua Changdeng’s ghost-like figure with a shawl suddenly confronted him, with the ghost in his hand lying between the exposed necks of Dao Qiongcang, his eyes full of madness.

In the deep voice, there are killing intents from all directions.

“You, do you want to die?”